No divorce! Mr. Lu knelt down and coaxed him every night.

That painting is exactly the same as Van Gogh's "Starry Night".

Where did the fake come from?

Meng Yan did not come alone. She was accompanied by Secretary Jin and 50 carefully selected security personnel from the Qiao Group. Each one of them could single out ten ordinary people.

Mr. Shen narrowed his eyes.

Meng Yan walked up to him and said in a neither humble nor arrogant tone: "This one is Van Gogh's original work! As for the burned one... it's a fake."

Everyone was in an uproar!

Mr. Shen sneered slowly: "Why should I believe you! The ones placed in the city art gallery are the original works of Van Gogh."

He winked.

Secretary Xu understood the situation and stepped forward to persuade her: "Miss, we are talking about business! It's a hot day. You can go home and cool off... Mr. Shen will feel bad if you look back when you are so hot."

Meng Yan blocked it slightly.

Her little face was solemn: "Of course I know this is not a joke! I can bring this authentic painting here, I must have my own confidence... I will not leave, and I will not watch my husband helplessly Unjustly accused and imprisoned.”

She glanced around and said loudly: "Not only did I bring the original works of Van Gogh, I also invited John, an expert from New York. He is a restorer of original works of Van Gogh and holds 24 qualification certificates around the world... I don't think there will ever be another one." No one can recognize the original work of Van Gogh better than him!"

There was an uproar at the scene——

John didn't come out easily, but Meng Yan was able to invite him to City B.

Qiao Shiyan's mood was completely different.

His heart was strongly agitated by what Meng Yan had just said——

She said he was her husband.

She said he was her husband!

His eyes were burning, staring closely at Meng Yan, looking at her dazzling appearance... If no one else was around, he would hold her tightly in his arms now and never let her escape.

This kind of possession has nothing to do with love or desire, but love.

Love is a deeper emotion than love between men and women, including appreciation and worship.

Just when Qiao Shiyan was filled with excitement,

Mr. Shen still didn't believe it.

He didn't believe that anyone could imitate Van Gogh's original work. No one noticed it after hanging it in the art gallery for three or four days. He was even less willing to believe that Qiao Shiyan had already understood everything. All his efforts were like playing monkey tricks in front of Qiao Shiyan.

Mr. Shen looked at the bearded John,

He said proudly: "Then please ask this John to identify it."

John placed "Starry Night" on the table.

He put on a magnifying glass and identified it with style. He looked at it carefully for about ten minutes. He raised his eyes and said loudly to everyone: "This is really Mr. Van Gogh's "Starry Night." I have used my 30 years to Career Guarantee, this is the real thing.”

John’s identification is clear——

This is the real thing.

Mr. Shen was defeated! He sat in the chair for a long time without getting up. When he looked up at Meng Yan, his old eyes seemed to hold a thousand words, but in the end he could not utter a single word.

People around were whispering.

We all hang out in the circle, and who is not a stranger? Everyone has seen clearly what Mr. Shen is doing. At the very least, this is a family matter, but at the most serious level, it is frame-up...at the expense of the art world. Treasure.

Everyone looked down upon Old Shen.

But where is the status of a person, who dares to say one more word?

Secretary Xu sent the people away.

In the huge space, only Mr. Shen and Meng Yan were left. Although they got along in private, they no longer had the affection between father and daughter...

Mr. Shen seemed ten years older again.

He looked at his beloved daughter and asked sadly: "Are you on his side? Do you know how much pain I felt when you appeared at the door? Who am I doing all this for?"

Meng Yan had no expression on her face: "I know, it's for Shen Cishu."

Mr. Shen paused for a moment: "The dictionary is still in there! Do you also think that the crime of dictionary is unforgivable?"

Meng Yan lowered her eyes and spoke quietly.

"It's you who are unforgivable!"

"You shouldn't touch Qiao Shiyan's brake pads."

"That day, if I was in the car with the children, maybe I can't stand in front of you now, because I was murdered silently by you! The same is true for Jin Fan and Qiao Huan!"

"Shen Cishu is the person close to your heart."

"Similarly, Jin Fan and Qiao Huan are also people close to my heart! If you hurt them, I will retaliate at all costs...including not only the reputation of the Shen family, your reputation, and Shen Cishu's life!"

……

Meng Yan used all his strength.

After all, the person she said harsh words to was her biological father, and she felt uncomfortable saying this.

She pushed open the door and walked out...

Outside, the sun was shining brightly, and Qiao Shiyan was standing by the window, her body covered with golden sunlight. She slowly walked towards him and held his hand: "Qiao Shiyan is home."

These six words were the best love words Qiao Shiyan had ever heard.

He was still thinking about it until he sat in the car.

In the back seat of the car, there was a private space separated from the front row. Qiao Shiyan put Meng Yan on his lap and sat face to face. Although it was a bit embarrassing, Meng Yan was somewhat used to it.

The man touched her slender waist and said in a hoarse voice: "What you just said, say it again."

Meng Yan thought of three days and three nights.

A little sad and scattered.

She pretended to be confused: "What are you talking about?"

Qiao Shiyan held her red lips in his mouth and kissed her slowly. His voice was also vague, "Stop pretending to be stupid! Just now you said I was your husband, Xiaoyan said it again... I want to hear it!"

Meng Yan leaned back.

She gently touched his high nose bridge, chiseled chin, and sexy protruding Adam's apple with her thin white fingers. After a while, she softly said, "We haven't received the certificate yet."

She obviously flirted with him on purpose;

Qiao Shiyan was not satisfied physically or mentally.

He hugged her body and pressed her tightly against him, rippling gently. Both of them trembled slightly because of that little contact. He stared at her with his black eyes and asked impatiently: "How many times should I tell the driver?" Let’s take a few laps in the car and make up for the three days and three nights when we get home, okay?”

He looked like he was serious about it.

Meng Yan was a little afraid of him.

It wasn't that she didn't want to accompany him, but she was really tired after working for a few days. When a woman is tired, her needs decrease and she doesn't have the physical strength to cooperate... As their time grew longer, she didn't refuse him rudely, but sat down After kissing him for a long time on his lap, he whispered: "Qiao Shiyan, I'm so tired!"

She is coquettish and aggrieved.

The tone is like a lover, more like a little daughter!

For a moment, Qiao Shiyan suppressed his rising interest... He let Meng Yan lean into his arms, holding her like Qiao Huan, letting her sleep comfortably.

Meng Yanzhen fell asleep.

A small porcelain face with two rows of eyelashes hanging down!

Qiao Shiyan kept looking at her——

His cigarette said he was tired.

She finally put down all her guard and was able to say to him "I'm tired of Qiao Shiyan". God knows how much he wants to set off firecrackers and fireworks now...

His eyes were slightly warm——

His cigarette is really back!